This day makes me look back.
Makes me browse my book of life.
No horns, no violins.
Just a sad silence surrounds me.
This is my milemark, my cross to bear.
But I can't break the ice three decades deep.
Today I still look back.
There's chapters I don't want to read.
The silence, the look you gave.
There's something I can't change.
This is my milemark, my cross to bear.
But I can't break the ice three decades deep.
Every time I try to move towards forgiving
it makes me feel like a suffocating child.
I guess I already gave up on this.
I don't have the strength to work on it.
Is it even something we can fix?
This bond was born dead in May '76.
Makes me browse my book of life.
No horns, no violins.
Just a sad silence surrounds me.
This is my milemark, my cross to bear.
But I can't break the ice three decades deep.
Today I still look back.
There's chapters I don't want to read.
The silence, the look you gave.
There's something I can't change.
This is my milemark, my cross to bear.
But I can't break the ice three decades deep.
Every time I try to move towards forgiving
it makes me feel like a suffocating child.
I guess I already gave up on this.
I don't have the strength to work on it.
Is it even something we can fix?
This bond was born dead in May '76.